The other, as I now had an opportunity to observe, was a fish of full
one third the length of the whale itself, and of enormous bulk in
proportion; it was covered with a dark rough skin, in appearance not
unlike that of an alligator. The cachelot rushed upon its foes
alternately, and the one thus singled out invariably fled, until the
other had an opportunity to come to its assistance; the sword-fish
swimming around in a wide circle at the top of the water, when pursued,
and the other diving when chased in its turn. If the whale followed the
sword-fish to the surface, it was sure to receive a stunning blow from
its leaping enemy; if it pursued the latter below, the sword-fish there
attacked it fearlessly, and, as it appeared, successfully, forcing it
quickly back to the top of the water.
Presently the battle began to recede from us, the whale evidently making
towards the school, which was at no great distance; and strange as the
sight was, we watched it with but a languid interest, as soon as our
safety appeared to be no longer involved. The whale must have been
badly hurt for the water which it threw up on coming to the surface and
spouting, was tinged with blood. After this I saw no more of the
sword-fish and his associate; they had probably abandoned the attack.
[See note.] As nearly as I can recollect, we did not, either during the
progress of the fight, or after it was over, exchange a single word on
the subject, so dumb and apathetic had we become. After a while the
school of whales appeared to be moving off, and in half an hour more, we
lost sight of them altogether.
All this while, Johnny had continued to sleep soundly, and his slumbers
seemed more natural and refreshing than before. When at length he
awoke, the delirium had ceased, and he was calm and gentle, but so weak
that he could not sit up without being supported. After the
disappearance of the whales, several hours passed, during which we lay
under our awning without a word being spoken by any one. Throughout
this day, the sea seemed to be alive with fish; myriads of them were to
be seen in every direction; troops of agile and graceful dolphins;
revolving black-fish, chased by ravenous sharks; leaping albatross,
dazzling the eye with the flash of their golden scales, as they shot
into the air for a moment; porpoises, bonito, flying-fish, and a hundred
unknown kinds which I had never seen or heard of. At one time we were
surrounded by an immense shoal of small fishes, about the size of
mackerel, so densely crowded together that their backs presented an
almost solid surface, on which it seemed as if one might walk dry-shod.
None, however, came actually within our reach, and we made no effort to
approach them.
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